Quotes About Weary

My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Mannerism, especially when it takes the form of recurrent word or phrase, is by no means easy to represent; there is but a hair's breadth between the point at which the reader delightfully recognizes is as a revealing habit of speech, and the point at which its iteration begin to weary him.

Give us a song to cheer        Our weary hearts,               a song of home,        And friends we love so dear.

I come weary, In search of an inn— Ah! These wisteria flowers!

Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.

I'm so exhausted and yet I feel like I'll never sleep again.

Our two peoples are sworn enemies," he whispered. "You would not do it." "Call me your enemy no more," Jan bade him, drawing nearer. "I grow weary of our being enemies. The scars your talons left upon my back this autumn past are old scars now, long healed. Time to heal this ancient rift between our peoples as well.

I was, as you may have guessed, born tired and filled with bile. I

Não viver é o que mais cansa.

power had trampled his weary, badly-worn face. The Elignon's voice burrowed into the holy man's mind. "Welcome home, Prime Guardian.

But it remains the case that, on the level of consumption, the preeminence of the twentieth century was indisputable: nothing, in any other civilization, in any other epoch, could compare itself to the mobile perfection of a contemporary shopping center functioning at full tilt. I had thus consumed, with joy, shoes most notably; then, gradually, I had grown weary, and I had understood that my life, without this daily input of basic, renewable pleasures, was going to stop being simple.

Without a wink of sleep.

Estou farto, farto de atum. Vomito atum por todos os lados, tenho um sabor a atum entranhado até à alma.

this seemed to be that time in his life when he could suck the life out of any project no matter how promising it appeared

Browncoats, look up to the skies! Browncoats, hail the dawn! Today will see tyranny Dying with the morn. "Browncoats, are you weary? Browncoats, rise and sing! Your time has come, your war is won. Victory takes wing.

Faith was really quite easy. One had only to yield. To ask no questions. The more weary, the more weak, she became, the easier it was. Her religion was to her a kind of protective coloring, shielding her from the cruel light of an unbearable reality.

Cloisim tú ag glaoch orm san oíche ag rá liom teacht go dtí do oileán draíochta. Fuaimníonn do ghuth mar thoirneach thar an mbóchna. Is mórthaibhseach do ghlór agus is naofa— 'Tair chugam, tair chugam, einne atá traochta.

Lilith?" The usual, quiet, androgynous voice. She drew a deep, weary breath. "What?" she asked. But as she spoke, she realized the voice had not come from above as it always had before. She sat up quickly and looked around. In one corner she found the shadowy figure of a man, thin and long-haired.

She lay down beside me, Towards dawn she pronounced for the first time the word "death." She too seemed to be weary beyond endurance of the task of being a human being; and when I reflected on my dread of the world and its bothersomeness, on money, the movement, women, my studies, it seemed impossible that I could go on living. I consented easily to her proposal.

Tote dat barge!Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunk,An' you land in jail.Ah gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But Ol' Man River,He jes' keeps rollin' along.

Arry thought her mind must be tired. It would not, in a sensible fashion, lie down and rest.

She meant that her soul was tired, her heart was tired, her whole being was tired...

Softly and tenderly. Wisdom is calling. Calling for you and for me. Come home. Come home. All who are weary come home. Softly and tenderly. Wisdom is calling. Calling, O woman, come home.